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What Will Become of Love In 100 Years?

Recently I was thinking about relationships, dating and love in general. I suppose I’ve been pondering about it more because illogical things keep happening to me when it comes to men. That’s the nicest way I can put it. I also get super emotional when I see old people holding hands. Which I’m witnessing less and less by the way. However, I’m totally comfortable enough to admit it. I love seeing old people together. THERE! Anyway, in the midst of my contemplation I started to actually wonder if love would be possible 100 years from now.

Do you ever just take a moment out of your day to reflect on a question that’s got you stumped? Well, the above question did just that to me. In fact, it had me all flustered. It was a hard question to answer, even if it wasn’t based on scientific proof and just my own opinion. I don’t know what love is doing in this decade so how could I even fathom the concept of it evolving 100 years from now. What would that evolution be? Would it even still exist? Or would it become obsolete? All tough questions, I know! However, if I were to narrow it down, my general answer (after thinking long and hard about it) is that love as we know it won’t ever be the same again.

I always romanticise the past when it comes to love. I envisioned men bowing a lot more, with hats being lifted off their noggins. Women would let the men chase them and they would chase with vigorous enthusiasm. And once the pursuit came to a simmering temperature they both would settle and raise a family together for the rest of their lives. I think of these things and I genuinely chuckle at myself. Firstly, I am glad some things have changed. You know like feminism! But I’m not going to lie, men have become lazy and women are showing their goodies all over social media. Where is the romance? Where is the mystery? Where is the chase? I suppose things have to evolve. We change, ideals change, technology creates change. So I guess I can’t expect to find what my parents have found almost 49 years ago. They met at a Greek church for crying out loud. I for one don’t remember the last time I went to church. Therefore that way of chance meetings is completely moot for me. In fact all chance meetings are becoming moot in this day and age. Why you may ask? Well we are in the masked flat-screens of solitude era. We have become so used to burrowing our heads that we are missing everything around us. How can we expect men to pursue us when they have hundreds of thousands of women at their disposal. Just by one tiny flick of an index finger they start the sift-through process of weeding out the ones who are not worthy. No doubt when they’re in the zone their finger looks like it’s participating in an intense gaming session with the back right button of the console moving up and down in overtime. Can you picture it? Well here’s a little visual when they pause for a breather…

We are in the age of now, now, NOW! There is no slow lane for the dating department. So when thinking about love in 100 years time it’s safe to say that it will all be digital. Perhaps like the movie “Her” where Joaquin Phoenix fell in love with his digital helper. Virtual reality will become more prevalent. And soon we will all be slaves to our mobile devices. I wish that relationships weren’t heading in this direction. But the knowing makes one realise that changes will need to be made. I must succumb to the digital era in order to find a potential mate. I wonder if I can start a movement to get away from such nonsense?

Perhaps with the way things are going there will be no spontaneity left. Maybe we will be assigned partners that will increase our chances of better, stronger, smarter offspring? I think the future will be more regimented for the sheer fact that it will be easier. And what’s easier than taking away emotions from a partnership. You simply put two people together so they can cohabitate a space, then they can apply to acquire an offspring from some facility, you raise that offspring with military coldness and then you die. Was that too harsh of a scenario?

Either way I truly want to hold on to that of the yesteryear generation. Aziz Ansari made it clear in his book “Modern Romance” (a must read by the way) that people used to not have much choice in the matter. That the true essence of choice has hindered our potential in the love department. And I agree. Back in those days it was easier to meet potential partners. Most of the people that Aziz intwrviewed all made one point clear, that their chance encounter happened within a block or two of where they lived. It was their inner circle, their community where they met their future spouses. Now we have the internet, where we can meet people in other countries. We hold out because we have higher standards, waiting for this perfect apparition of a human being. But all this holding out may hinder our chances to find true love. (If true love even exists.) There is so much choice that has inundating our daily lives it is impossible to find ‘The One’. If we find an ‘8’ that loves us we’ll hold out for a ’10’ instead. Furthermore once we have accepted a person into our lives it is virtually impossible that people will stick it out through thick and thin. Because we will always find an out. We want an out. A clause or guarantee that reassures us that forever is not actually forever.

I think the future looks bleak in the romance department. We will be like the clones of those obese vessels in ‘Wall-E’ where we sit in front of a screen ordering closeness with people online. We will seek pleasure through state of the art virtual reality goggles seeing the perfect body that no real-life human could ever compete with. Our self esteem will become a little flicker of a flame deep within the recesses of our souls. Or maybe we would’ve been so glued to our couch/screens that we wouldn’t have looked at ourselves properly in years. Who knows! All I’m saying is that if in this decade we are experiencing hundreds of outlandish horror stories when it comes to love then what the hell is in store for us 100 years from now?!

I’m wishing upon all the luckiest trinkets which might potentially exist in this world that it won’t turn out so excruciatingly bad. I guess I better find someone quick or I’ll probably be doomed, forced to live a life by my lonesome with my stuffed panda bears and some cats. Oh wait, I’m already living that dream minus the cats. At least I’ve now got a goal, cats.